A night of well rest has generally been limited to the imagination for Stephen Campbell for the past three months, especially for a sex-hungry young man who was also in desperate need of intimate affection. Swiveling and tossing in the disarray of blankets and pillows next to the agitated Katie Gurnick was a man merely lost. Crocodile green orbs watched the ceiling blankly as he contemplated many of the choices he'd made up to this point. It was past three a.m. and a persistent friend in his lower region wouldn't refrain from bugging him as it throbbed against the fabric of his briefs. He'd occasionally move his legs in an awkward fashion to get a nice rub against them.
His skin sizzled from the friction yet he managed to refrain from moaning- breaking them down into deep long sighs. His hand wandered like his thoughts but never reached the point of destination. He couldn't go there- not until he was sure that Katie was peacefully in slumber. He knew when she was asleep because she snored...hard. Unfortunately for her, Stephen's occasional movement in the bed could be felt and she wasn't in the most comfortable position nearly at the edge.
Stephen could practically feel the aura of Katie's frustration and he felt pity, but not pity enough to move into another room. He had intentions.
He looked over to Katie who was turning the opposing direction, towards the opened window. A pool of moonlight illuminated her luscious figure, the blanket pushed down slightly past her waist- typical for a hot summer night. Even a whiff of her faint sweet almond scent drove him up the walls. He wanted her weight on top of his and her chest rubbing against his. Physical contact was suddenly now a life-essential.
Stephen boldly scooted over till he could feel her body heat. He pursed his lips and blew soft warm air against the back of her neck after gently combing her hair to the side. He slid his hand between her forearm and torso while planting light kisses on her neck.
"No," she deadpanned, removing his hand from her body.
He frowned, "I want to cuddle with you."
"No, you just want to get your dick wet."
His frown deepened as his fingers curled into the bedding. "Well, we haven't done it in a while."
"I'm tired. Go to sleep."
If anything was a boner killer it was rejection. He sighed in defeat and fell back into his pillow. "Are you still attracted to me?"
"Go to sleep, Stephen. Go to sleep," she concluded. There was not a sliver of doubt in Stephen's mind that if she could inch further away from him without being on the floor she would.
It was a question that now lived in his head and he wanted nothing more than to be free from these thoughts. He was a victim of his own inner sanctum- reduced to his most vulnerable self. But he also thought quite highly of himself. He was a twenty-five year old with a stable modeling career. Both men and women flocked to him like thirsting cats after a bowl of water. He had a swimmer's build, wide chest, infectious smile, and ivory skin as unblemished as a marble statue; not to mention his best feature only a select few did get to see was his thick nine-inch cock that he handled quite well.
When he and Katie had first started dating a little over a year ago, she was addicted to cock just as he was addicted to letting her have it. He supposed he never foresaw her growing this bored of him for such a long duration. It was like she couldn't stand being alone with him for too long without whipping out her phone and contacting a friend or going off on her own adventure. The thrill of being together was quickly diminishing.
What made matters worse is him moving with her to Paso Robles, otherwise known as "wine country" where they would be closer to her family. A decision he had now regretted as he knew he found more comfort in the fast-paced city of Los Angeles where more work was for him. He cursed himself for not having the balls to leave this relationship and he wondered why Katie was still a part of it.
The moving process was the worst. Aside from being crowded with boxes and suitcases, there were a few strangers that were hired from God-knows-where by Katie helping them move their belongings into two moving trucks. There was also the persistent nagging from Katie that he had to deal with. The majority of the hired individuals didn't acknowledge and found their way around Stephen, an unfolding mass of chaotic energy. He was visibly uncomfortable with the idea of strangers touching his items though he was also dreading the move.
He never imagined leaving to be this hard. He felt like he was closing a book to his life and leaving behind memories. His anxieties about what social life would be like away from all of his closest friends were tugging at him. Furthermore, his mind wasn't thinking about the worst of the worst, it was also taking him back to dirty places. It wasn't long before his sex drive had taken the shaft of his imagination.
What if he had gotten laid? What if it weren't with Katie? What if they catered to his every desire?
He wanted someone to worship him.
His pants tightened. His cock just needed to be despunked. He was feeling riled up, partially anxious, and his body temperature had risen. The thought of having sex with someone else had crossed his mind numerous occasions as she had done it earlier in their relationship. Regardless of what they say, an eye was not for an eye, but the thought of it now was exciting him.
It was trashy, seedy, but if it ever happened, it needed to be good. He wanted to douse them with his warm cum again and again. He picked a bad day to wear tight jeans though he quickly stripped himself of his shirt so that he was only in his wifebeater.
Stephen overheard Katie talking on her phone as he walked into the living room for bottled water. "This is gonna be good for our relationship...to get away from Los Angeles. It's too toxic out here. Stephen isn't too sold on the idea, but it'll grow on him. I am the brains in this relationship. I know what's best for us."
Stephen snickered at that. He was sure she was speaking to her best friend, Veronica; someone who lived out in Paso Robles. She gave the term bitch, a face.
"That's funny, I always thought you two shared the same broken brain cell," Veronica said, probably knowing she was on speaker.
"Fuck you too, V," Stephen called out, ripping bottled water from a package on the floor. He was happy to find that Katie was kind enough to pass one out to some of the movers.
Veronica merely laughed in response. "Look, V. I gotta jet, we're gonna help these movers get all this stuff out of here," Katie announced before a real argument could start between the two. "Talk to ya later."
Stephen was lost as to why Veronica seemed to go out of her way to throw shots at them and Katie never seemed to stick up for either of them. As Stephen took a swig of water, someone brushed past him to grab another box. Stephen caught the backside of him, a mover with rugged tan skin in a tight grey shirt where his biceps popped out of the sleeves. He was as fit as an ox, faintly taller than Stephen, who's eyes were immediately drawn to the robust ass that filled his cargo shorts.
Stephen wasn't gay though for a while pondered the idea that he could be bisexual. Bi-curious was moreso his area though he'd never confronted his sexuality nor told anyone about this lingering appetite. It's not like it mattered. Anyhow, simply staring at the man's fine butt just made Stephen want to grind himself against him. The man looked about his thirties, had a neatly trimmed beard, and suckable lips.
Stephen slid his tongue against his bottom lip; practically starving.
"Stephen, move these boxes out of the way so I can take a picture right here," Katie said stepping by the patio door.
Stephen nodded swiftly, turning away. "O-okay. Can you help me get the dining table out of here first?"
"No, are you kidding? I'm not moving that," she frowned.
"It's wooden, not even that heavy..."
"Boxes," she demanded.
Stephen watched her. He stared neutrally then pivoted towards the dining area.
"Really? You're gonna just walk away?" she questioned as his figure disappeared into the other room. She swore he had sole intent to give her the hardest time.
The house frowned at Stephen as though sullen to find that he is finally leaving. The kitchen is empty. The bedroom and the dining room are empty; spotless. The hired workers had started to leave the house one-by-one as Katie gave them their handsome pay.
"I'm gonna go pick up some more boxes from Home Depot. I don't think we took into account how much we're sending out," Katie told him, chasing her words with water. Stephen nodded, attention elsewhere as he thought it had been the first useful thing she'd done all day.
Within ten minutes the house is vacant much to Stephen's desires. It was the first time all day he was alone. Stephen whisked into the kitchen from the den to get a glass of his favorite merlot, only to find the cabinets desolate. Everything was gone just as his will to stay sober. While drinking wasn't something he was too accustomed to, he did use it to wind down. He feared he'd be drinking a lot more in the famous ol' wine country.
